Upon the wave's foamy crest, Astride the dragon of the sea, He brings trouble on his wings, On his mighty wings The hand holds steel And someone's life on it. There's thirst for glory in his eyes, And gleams of funeral pyre. Breath of the north will fill lungs And give you power. The dragon bares its teeth. Blood of his foes he'll drink aplenty Upon the Ting of their armours.